GarGar, le comte des Deux Chats, folded his field glass and put it back inside his sleeve. He was not encouraged by the enemies fortifications. From where he’d placed his canons, he should be able to land a canon ball on the roof of any building he chose. The problem was the walls that surrounded the entire city. Over ten feet thick in some places, it was a formidable challenge to breach. After the failure of the last campaign to suppress the rebellion, GarGar’s reputation as a general was clearly at steak.
Published by Russell Smith
I was born at the American Hospital in Neuilly-sur-Seine, France. I find inspiration in the lives of so many people from Joan of Arc to Oscar Wilde. While my primary avocation is photography, I also enjoy philosophy, theology and most of all, history. My beloved wife, Robin Anne Smith, who passed away in 2013 is an inspiration to me. My beloved partner, Dana is also a great support and inspiration to me. I'd be remiss if I did not mention my cats: Maxwell, Nigel, Pirouette and GarGar. View more posts